run of the mill.

13th

Shawn dabbed his face with a towel and threw it in the hamper, strolling to the closet freshly cleaned to find something to wear. He looked around the closet and finally found a suitable piece of attire, a v neck black Banana Republic t shirt shirt with dark Seven jeans and some limited edition black Ato Matsumoto Nikes that Beyonce had brought home to him one day. Shawn walked over to the other side of the closet just as Beyonce strolled in with her underwear on and nothing else. He glanced at her and then let his gaze linger a little while long as he thought about their previous evening. 

She'd called him baby last night. While they were having sex and he was deep inside her. She purred and skipped right past his government name and all the other unaffectionate bullshit she substituted for his name and called him baby. It was like music to his ears. He felt like Bey, the real Beyonce, was finally coming back to him and that ice princess that was in her place was finally gone. 

But when he woke up that morning, it did not seem so. He was on his side of the bed, something that rarely ever happened, and she was curled into a naked ball that air couldn't get into. Shawn turned on his back and sighed, wondering what the hell he had done to deserve this. He could tell that there was something different about her. Even when she woke up and rolled over, plastering a smile Shawn didn't buy for one minute on her face. Her eyes were empty and the hazel globes that use to sparkle with wide eyed excitement only saw... they didn't shine. 

When he leaned to kiss her she turned her head and mumbled something about morning breath before rolling out of the bed and hurrying to the bathroom.

Shawn told himself if it was bad enough, she'd come to him. If it got to where she couldn't handle it she'd tell him what was bothering her. Beyonce was a big girl and she hated to be babied. He had made an ass of himself countless times by trying to comfort her and silly things like that. 

Shawn looked back at the array of watched in front of him and decided to go with the black, diamond Joe Rodeo Rolex watch. He slipped it on his wrist and turned to look at Beyonce as she poured herself into some static skinny jeans. She hopped and finally zipped them up. She sighed and looked for a shirt. 

"Hey," Shawn called to her, getting her attention. 

Beyonce looked at him, giving her man her undivided attention for once in a long time. "Yeah," she said. She didn't even sound too detached. Shawn's chin lifted a little. Must be that good sex...

"Come here," he commanded gently, walking around the island in their closet toward her. Beyonce shuffled her feet and walked to meet him. And when she smiled bashfully at him and walked right into his arms, another first for the two of them in a long time, Shawn felt like the sun was shining right into their closet. He wrapped his arms around her smooth skin and put his hands on the small of her back, right where skin met Ultra Low Cut denim. "I missed you Bey," he said as he looked down at her. 

Beyonce blushed. Shawn smiled himself seeing the vibrant woman he lived with coming back to him. Her cheeks turned slightly red and her smile couldn't be stopped. She pushed her forehead into his chest and giggled just a little. 

"I did," he continued. "I had dreams about your hair and that cute thing you do with your butt when you get up in the morning."

Beyonce laughed and put her hands on his big chest. "You did not!" She finally said. 

Shawn nodded earnestly. "I did baby I promise."

"Mmmhmm," Beyonce chimed in an unbelieving manner. "Hey," she said. "Gimme kiss."

Shawn grinned and leaned to comply too her words. Beyonce had the best kisses when she wanted to. Shawn had never been kissed like he had before Beyonce got a hold of him. She would do things like suck on your lip and then trace it with her tongue... sexy shit that made his knees weak. She would flick his tongue around inside his mouth like they were dueling and then pull away when Shawn got too into the fight. She moaned sexily and touched his neck and head, bending him where she wanted him to be. 

"Stop it we... we gotta get dressed... mmm," Beyonce chimed against Shawn's kisses. She laughed and tried to turn her head. Shawn's suckling lips only went to her neck. She laughed aloud and clutched his neck as he played with her skin with his mouth. "Shawn, stop! Ya moms is here! Aw!" she whined cutely even as she pushed herself harder onto him. Shawn grabbed her hands from his neck and held then behind her back as he heightened the kiss. She giggled and moaned, letting him hold fast to her wiggling hands. "Ohh Shawn," she purred. "Ssss."

'She must make him feel like he's on top of the world when their together.'

He let go with an alarming pop that made Beyonce jerk away from him. "You didn't!!" she said to his smiling face. She pushed away from Shawn's arms and went to the nearest mirror. "Oh Shawn you did! Damnit!" Beyonce inspected the deep red and purple mark on her neck and glared playfully at him. "I can't cover this big ass thing with makeup! She rubbed it and saw that that only made the hideous scar worse. Shawn said nothing, just grabbed his wallet and other belongings and walked out of the closet with the cockiest smile in his face. 

Beyonce was playfully furious. "Oh yeah just walk away you big bu-."

Yellow. 

No they didn't call it yellow. 

Not really. 

They called it... canary. 

Canary 

That's what the jewelers and big wigs called the color diamond that sat on her ring finger. Canary diamonds were gorgeous. Beyonce drew her hand back to her, the hands she had been pointing at the door with to chastise Shawn. She held it to her face to better inspect the diamond engagement ring and make sure that the yellow beauty wasn't a figment of her imagination. "Oh," was all she could say. 

Shawn's was proposing to her. He was doing it right now. He had placed a diamond ring on her finger and now he was proposing to her... and she was missing it. Beyonce grabbed anything she could find to throw over her bra and find him. She settled on Shawn's robe and didn't even tie it. Instead she dashed out of the room like there was a fire and searched for him, his robe swinging like a cape instead of covering her nearly bare torso. She ran in the living room and there was no sign of him. She dashed past the dining room right into the kitchen and found him talking with Tiny about something over the island. 

"Be-," Tiny started to greet the image of her friend running into the kitchen with jeans, a black bra, and an open robe. Awkward. But she didn't get to finish. Beyonce ran right up to her brother and jumped on his literally. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. Shawn seemed to be ready because he dropped his cup and held her tightly; smiling at the kisses Beyonce was raining on him sporadically. 

"I love you," she murmured between kisses when she could. "I love you so much Shawn!" Shawn just held her tightly and tried to kiss her back. 

"I love you too Bey."

It was the first time he'd said it to her. Beyonce's heart swelled and she felt tears in her eyes. She hiccupped into his mouth and sobbed just a little. "I love you," she cried, like he hadn't heard her before when she said it the other gillion times. 

Shawn chuckled. "You gon' let me do this right or what?" he asked her weeping face. Beyonce nodded and let him go. She wiped her face and closed her robe just a little. Shawn sunk down on one knee and she sobbed again. 

Tiny's eyes got as big as saucers. "Momma!" she sounded off like she was telling on him. "Hurry!"

Shawn chuckled, never understanding women. His mother stepped into the doorway and covered her mouth with her hand just as Shawn grabbed Beyonce soft hand in his. He looked at her jerk as she fought to keep her composure through his speech. 

"Beyonce," he breathed when everyone had quietly down enough for him to speak. Tiny was squealing like swine and his mother started crying tears of her own. Beyonce hadn't even looked at them. She was focused on him and Shawn loved that. "Baby, I love you so much. I don't know how I got so damn lucky with a woman like you but I don't intend to wait and let the next nigga find out. Baby," he said, waiting a beat so that she could open her eyes against the tears and look at him again. "Will you marry me?"

Beyonce nodded. "Yes," croaked. "Yes!" She sunk down and hugged him just as Shawn stood up and held her body off the ground in a hug. "I love you so much Shawn," she sobbed again. "I do!"

Shawn smiled into her hair and let her go a little, kissing her face. "I love you too baby."